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This story is No. 1 in the series "Once more, with feeling". You may wish to read the series introduction first.

Summary: Being thrown into Crematoria during feeding time would leave most people in a bit of a state. However, when you spend your teenage years fighting demons, you learn to adapt.

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Disclaimer: I do not own Pitch Black or Buffy: the Vampire Slayer. I'm just having some fun with the boys.

A/N: CorruptedSmile and I are doing that thing where we give each other prompts again. I hope you like what I did with mine XD After you've read and reviewed (:P) go check out her take on this. Enjoy.

Prompt #1: Chronicles of Riddick/happiness

It’s an animal thing

A love story in 4 flashes


Being thrown into Crematoria during feeding time would leave most people in a bit of a state. The prisoners watched from behind their bars as the slight figure locked eyes with one of the hellhounds. They waited for the hound to strike, but it never did. Instead it almost purred and curled around the man who absentmindedly petted it while taking a look around. It was dark, hot, dank and very obviously not anywhere on Earth. Some might be worried. The blue haired man just let out a quiet “huh” and continued petting the hound.


“There are inmates and there are convicts. A convict has a certain code. And he knows to show a certain respect. An inmate, on the other hand, pulls the pin on his fellow man. Does the guard's work for them. Brings shame to the game. So, which are you gonna be?”

“Me?” responded the bald headed man. “I’m just passing through.”

James watched as the Riddick vanished into the shadows. There were too many oddities lately. He didn’t like it. If he had to spend the rest of his life in this hellhole, he’d rather keep the hierarchy he’d spent so long creating. And now it was all going wrong.

First came the green eyed wolf-man who the hellhounds liked so much. He didn’t fit into the structure. He showed no violence, didn’t have a menacing presence, yet there was something about him that made everybody avoid him. The most they could get out of him was that his name was Oz.

And then came the Riddick. James sighed. This place has really gone to the dogs.


So here I am, back in this hell-hole. The greeter talked about inmates and convicts. Bullshit. There’s only two types of folk in here: predators and prey. And then there’s me on the top of the food chain. Only there’s a smell in the air that I can’t identify.

“Feeding time.”

They release the hellhounds and all the prey scatter to their cages. I wait for the hounds behind the water, ready to take my place as alpha. Then I see another man sitting calmly on the floor with the hounds crowding around him vying for his attention.

His eyes come up and lock with mine. Fuck.

I drop my eyes.



Oz’s life had taken quite a turn. Finding out that not all Tibetan monks were benevolent by having one of them send you to a prison halfway across the universe and a few thousands of years in the future wasn’t something he’d planned for. However, life on the Hellmouth had taught him to adapt and he did.

Somehow, laying on a huge bed surrounded by Riddick’s massive form and the hellhounds they’d brought from Crematoria after Lord Marshal’s death he couldn’t find it in himself to regret leaving Earth and his time.

He snuggled closer to Riddick and took a deep breath. He smelled pack and the intoxicating scent of his mate.

Life was good.

A/N: So, did you like it? I thought it was about time that Riddick wasn't the most alpha being around XD Please leave a review

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